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This Year’s Love.

Come, sit next to me.
Give me this hand you’ve withheld for so long. Let me hold it.
This year, I’m going to look at you
For I haven’t really all these years.

And

I’m going to look at myself the way you look at me. For I haven’t ever.

What do you think?

Author:

Counselor. Movie buff. Incurable Optimist. Fiction fan. Dog lover.

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